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to write as who speaks
thoughts
the emotional range
on an hundredth of a second
try an elevation in speech
incompatible with the narrator
enigmatic?
or not
simply
water sliding
simply
according to the gravity
proper of inert properties
and free in themselves
to modify themselves
let call them other names
let divide the water into components
as holes divided
and we have the components of water
stays forever
the sound of water falling
where i am
i'm simply me
who hears
because i'm lonely
now
and
however
100.000 pieces
i know
as the palm of my hand
inert as water
with me now
and i pass them the same hand
as if caressing
aimless
only the willingness to adapt myself to circumstances
the future is always past